Beatrice's POV.

Sebastian comes out of our en-suite bathroom in basketball shorts and no shirt. He has freckles on his shoulders and chest. His hair is a mess as if he's spent the last ten minutes in the bathroom pulling on it, fretting.

' Good, he should be.' my magic says.

I notice the freckles, which make him less intimidating, and the lines of his stomach muscles, which make him...more distracting.

I know what desire feels like, and ...